"People who eat zombie meat" This sentence sounds fresh and a bit strange. otbnkotgt "What do you mean?"
I asked strangely.
"Just like the literal meaning, a person eats the flesh of a zombie and is corrupted by corpse energy, so he grows fangs, and the green gas he spits out is corpse energy.
The body mutates and is much harder than ordinary people.
But, it is not a zombie.
Of course, he’s not a human being, he’s closer to a monster.”
It seems that Lingzhen knows something.
Who in the normal world would eat zombie meat until they are full?
“Zombie meat is delicious” I frowned and asked again.
"Who knows, I haven't eaten it either.
But" Ling Yan changed the topic, "I heard that there were some old guys on the road who would refine walking corpses, and then feed the flesh of the walking corpses to goblins and ghosts.
As for what they would become in the end.
What it is, I can’t tell.”
The circle is very large, and not many people know about many of the rumored secrets.
I have gained some knowledge.
As for why the monster in front of me eats zombie meat, I probably won’t be able to figure it out for a while.
There are at least three doubts about it.
The first is what the old monk said.
He said that he could no longer suppress the monster.
In other words, the old monk knew about the existence of this monster early on, and the monks in the temple also knew about it and left one after another.
So who built this temple here, and who asked the old monk and the others to guard the old temple all the time?
The second doubt lies in the monster itself.
Even though it ate zombie meat and turned into a monster, there is that brand behind it.
It is very likely that he belonged to a former sect organization, or even an old master as Lingzhen said.
Then why are they scattered so widely?
What does this mark represent?
Thirdly, it actually appeared after I first discovered that the real target of this transaction was not a ghost.
The beads were mixed up on the road early in the morning.
The information should still be Quite accurate.
The original promise was to catch the ghost tiger, but I didn’t expect that the ancient wind demon thing would happen in the end.
Who were the people who died in the village who attacked the ghost tiger?
But why did they attack a village that looked like the ancient wind demon?
The incident had nothing to do with this temple, but it was still involved in the end.
Is there some kind of black hand behind this?
There are many doubts and they are messy.
It keeps flooding into my mind, and my head hurts when I think about it too much.
After sighing, he said: "This matter is settled.
What we agreed on before will not change, right?"
"No, I will never go back on what I promised."
Lingzhen answered readily.
He smiled, so it seems that this desperate effort is not too bad.
Standing up from the ground, Gui Hu's teeth fell into the burning house.
He probably couldn't get them back, and even if they were found, they might turn into a pile of charcoal.
After accompanying Lingzhen back to the village, the atmosphere in the village was still quite tense.
Fatty held Lingqian's hand all night long and didn't let go.
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The two strong men, holding shotguns, didn't let Fatty go out.
The two sides were in a stalemate.
It wasn't until I came back with Lingzhu that both parties calmed down.
Lingqian was also surprised that I came back alive, but she didn't ask for more details, and I didn't want to say more.
After the two parties exchanged a few words, they separated into two rooms to recover and rest.
Fatty and I live in a house in Luoqiong.
The place is quite spacious.
There are a few animal skins hanging at the door.
We don't have dogs.
However, there is an old shotgun hidden in the house, and the rifling is almost worn out.
The house is very simple and has no electrical appliances.
Of course, there are basically no household appliances in the village.
He fell asleep for a long time during the day and was not woken up by hunger until night.
When he arrived in the yard, he saw Fatty and Luo Qiong eating.
There were several noodles on the table and a pot of broth, which smelled very fragrant.
“Where did the meat come from?”
I hurriedly walked over with my index finger moving.
"The wild rabbits that Luoqiong went up to the mountains to hunt at noon are delicious.
Eat some quickly.
By the way, there is also some wine.
I exchanged food stamps for them at the entrance of the village.
You can have a try."
The fat man poured me a bowl.
It was Baigan brewed by hunters in the mountains.
When I smelled it, it revealed a light fragrance.
It wasn't too strong after a sip, but the wine had a strong stamina and made me drunk easily.
We all chatted casually for a few words.
After I was seventy percent full after eating, I thought about it and said, "Luo Qiong, I want to ask you something."
The boy agreed vaguely while drinking the soup.
"Brother Cui and I will probably leave the day after tomorrow.
We are not too seriously injured and can set off after a few days of rest.
Before we leave, I want to ask you, do you want to be a hunter and wander around in the mountains for the rest of your life?"
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Luo Qiong put down the bowl and looked at me dully, with some doubts in his eyes.
"Hey, to put it simply, Brother Shan wants you to follow us.
Are you willing to come with us to Shanghai?
Although there is no guarantee that you will be rich, but if we have something to eat, you will not be hungry.
Of course, if you don't If you want to leave, we won’t force you.”
The fat man thought I was too boring, so he started yelling.
I smiled and said nothing, just nodded to Luo Qiong.
The boy lowered his head and thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "Let me think about it."
"It's okay.
Anyway, we will leave the day after tomorrow.
You should think carefully about it tomorrow.
If you don't want to leave, we will come to Daheishan to play with you again when we have the opportunity.
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We are all in the same boat through life and death, and we are all brothers.
Come on, let's do it together."
The fat man took the lead and raised the wine bowl, and the three of them had a drink.
The wine went down their throats and spread into their stomachs with a burning sensation.
His whole body trembled, he smoked a cigarette and laughed.
Life passes by in a hurry for decades, and it is a lifetime spent leisurely and unrestrainedly.
The day after tomorrow, the fat man and I packed our luggage and prepared to take the village's ox cart down the mountain.
At dawn, the village's ox cart was about to set off, and we could not leave the winding mountain road until the afternoon.
"This guy didn't come" I asked, smoking.
"Well, I didn't see it.
Forget it, the children in the mountains don't want to leave home.
They rely on the mountain to rely on the mountain.
They feel that they have no sense of belonging after leaving the mountain.
Let's go."
Fatty and I couldn't help but feel a little sorry, but we actually hoped that Luo Qiong would show up.
As he was getting on the bullock cart, a shout suddenly came from behind.
I looked back and saw this guy Luo Qiong running towards me carrying a canvas bag and waving his hands.
"Hey, this guy is really here."
The fat man laughed and said.
I nodded, and Luo Qiong got on the bullock cart and said with a smile: "I think I still want to see the outside world, it will be a great experience, but I don't have money to take the train."
"What are you afraid of?
In the future, the three of us will make a name for ourselves in the world together."
To this day, I still clearly remember the scene at that time.
The rising sun was slowly peeking out.
The sunlight was still very soft, and the sky was still a little dim.
The fat man stood on the bullock cart and made a charging gesture with his back to the sun.
Luo Qiong scratched his head and smiled like a child.
And I was smoking a cigarette, leaning on the rickety bullock fence, looking up at the sky.
My hair, which I hadn’t seen for a long time, fell in front of my eyes, and my beard had begun to harden.
I'm wearing an old-fashioned black leather jacket, but I don't look like I grew up in Shanghai at all.
"I want to be an eagle soaring high in the sky, flying through the forest every time I flap my wings.
The overlord of the sky, the fearless and free fighter."
I recited in a low voice.
Luo Qiong looked at me strangely and asked, "Brother Shan, what are you talking about?"
"Don't fucking ask him, this guy is suffering from literary disease again, he must be composing poetry.
Look at him, he looks like a miserable intellectual, haha."
The three of us laughed and hit the road, returning from the forest to the concrete world.
After returning to Shanghai, my parents forced me to work, so they found a sales department to sell soy sauce for me.
The so-called soy sauce transfer actually meant that soy sauce was sold in bulk at that time, and people bought it with money and empty bottles.
I fill up bulk soy sauce for people.
It was a very easy job, and I was often in a daze during the day.
The waiters in the store ate melon seeds and chatted all day long, while I took the time to read.
"What time does your kid get off work?"
The fat man came to see me on Friday and started yelling as soon as he entered the door.
I looked at the clock and said, "There's still a quarter of an hour left.
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Why do you want to treat me to dinner?"
"It's enough for you to treat me.
I haven't seen you treat me since I went to work.
I arranged for that boy from Luo Qiong to live at home.
During the day, Zhuzi came to see me."
When the fat man said this, I suddenly became nervous.
It's been a while since I came back from Daheishan, but I still haven't found the whereabouts of the beads.
"We have an appointment at Jufu Restaurant next to my house at seven o'clock tonight.
Luo Qiong and I will go there."
As soon as the fat man told me the place, I nodded immediately.
It was time to meet Zhuzi.
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